In all her brightness, from the dancing crest Or in the diver's grasp fetched up from caves Plumes that might catch, but cannot keep, a stain; Resplendent Wanderer! followed with glad eyes Eastern Islanders have given A holy name-the Bird of Heaven! And even a title higher still, The Bird of God!* whose blessed will She seems performing as she flies Over the earth and through the skies In never-wearied search of Paradise Region that crowns her beauty with the name Compare Robert Browning's poem on Guercino's picture of The Guar dian-Angel at Fano "Thou bird of God." -ED. How happy at all seasons, could like aim Uphold our Spirits urged to kindred flight On wings that fear no glance of God's pure sight, Above a world that deems itself most wise DESPONDING Father! mark this altered bough,* Knits not o'er that discolouring and decay Nor fret thou At like unlovely process in the May Of human life: a Stripling's graces blow, Fade and are shed, that from their timely fall To hope-in Parents, sinful above all. [Suggested on the road between Preston and Lancaster where it first gives a view of the Lake country, and composed on the same day, on the roof of the coach.] * FOUR fiery steeds, impatient of the rein. Whirled us o'er sunless ground beneath a sky Compare the Excursion (Vol. V. p. 130), and the Sonnet beginning"Surprised by joy, impatient as the wind," (Vol. VI. p. 71.)—Ed. As void of sunshine, when, from that wide plain, All light and lustre. Did no heart reply? [The fate of this poor Dove, as described, was told to me at Brinsop Court, by the young lady to whom I have given the name of Lesbia.] [Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take "WAIT, prithee, wait!" this answer Lesbia* threw Across the harp, with soul-engrossing speed; But from that bondage when her thoughts were freed While Soldiers, of the weapons that they wield 1835. * Miss Loveday Walker, daughter of the Rector of Brinsop.-See the Fenwick note to the next sonnet.-ED. Whence the poor unregarded Favourite, true Of harmony a shriek of terror, pain, And self-reproach! for, from aloft, a Kite Pounced, and the Dove, which from its ruthless beak She could not rescue, perished in her sight! ROMAN ANTIQUITIES DISCOVERED AT BISHOPSTONE, HEREFORDSHIRE. Comp. 1835. Pub. 1835. [My attention to these antiquities was directed by Mr Walker, son to the itinerant Eidouranian Philosopher. The beautiful pavement was discovered within a few yards of the front door of his parsonage, and appeared from the site (in full view of several hills upon which there had formerly been Roman encampments) as if it might have been the villa of the commander of the forces, at least such was Mr Walker's conjecture.] WHILE poring Antiquarians search the ground Or a fierce impress issues with its foil From that mound Of tenderness—the Wolf, whose suckling Twins * [Written on a journey from Brinsop Court, Herefordshire.] The deep, deep joy of a confiding thought; Till she exchanged for heaven that happy ground. Pub. 1835. [This lady was named Carleton; she, along with a sister, was brought up in the neighbourhood of Ambleside. The epitaph, a part of it at least, is in the church at Bromsgrove, where she resided after her marriage.] By a blest Husband guided, Mary came From nearest kindred, Vernon 1 her new name; O dread reverse! if aught be so, which proves 1 1837. From nearest kindred, 1835. * The Ledbury bells are easily audible on the Malvern hills.-ED. |